Fear cascades down
At the foot of that waterfall
And find them there again
It means up above they're liars
Contemptuous, anxiety-inducing
What do you expect
When love and water are missing
Humanity's just mush
For the tracks of tanks
When a man doesn't weigh much
Set on a bank counter
That their schemes are deadlier
Than a finger on a trigger
Your parents taken hostage
Because the bills are heavy
Way too many hungry kids
Because the bills are deaf
And since time's money
We cross an emotional desert
They play kings while our queens
I watch them turn my people's lives
Into a statistic on a chart
I've only got my pen to oppose
Their trickery and perversion
Division, that's the goal
Saying it is my mission
Young people tired of their bullsh*t
Have all become predators
Too tense, too much cash at stake
They go from pupils to executioners way too early
But some choices you pay cash
So it's cell or grave
We didn't live the high life
At the crib, a restaurant once in a while
Humbly, just like when
I let the pen speak
At the time when life and death
Because that man killed his reason
The footprints of our fathers are erased
By the man without values
Who's just following the plan
Our mothers' dreams are crushed
Because those sick ones upstairs
Let nothing through but wind
Our brothers' faces are gaunt
Because the colonists would
Like to see them slaving in the fields
Our sisters' jobs are downgraded
Sweat and blood, replaced
In every heart by the wind
Our brothers' faces are gaunt
Because the colonists would
Like to see them slaving in the fields
Our sisters' jobs are downgraded
Sweat and blood, replaced
In every heart by the wind
They come begging me for pardon
And my back carried the weight
Of all their pitiful failures
These paranoids see godfathers everywhere
And all their heavenly wishes
End up on the floor in an orgy
Every one of my raps sees
There'll be no announcement
For those on the hot seat
And yeah a**hole, that's art
A good heart as weakness
To avoid controversy
As a distress signal
We shot the first verses
In front of the anarchists
The punks and the mohawks
In the heart of traitor land
Where there are so many sermons
That it's the country of priests
And the useful slaves play rebels
Holding the masters' whip
Who's taking us for a ride
Except that there are 60 million
Refugees on the raft
Stunned, right after the storm
Everybody wanted to eat
But there were only ten hands
I can't do anything about it
That's how the world goes
With one hand holding a rose
And the sling in the other
The footprints of our fathers are erased
By the man without values
Who's just following the plan
Our mothers' dreams are crushed
Because those sick ones upstairs
Let nothing through but wind
Our brothers' faces are gaunt
Because the colonists would
Like to see them slaving in the fields
Our sisters' jobs are downgraded
Sweat and blood, replaced
In every heart by the wind
Our brothers' faces are gaunt
Because the colonists would
Like to see them slaving in the fields
Our sisters' jobs are downgraded
Sweat and blood, replaced
In every heart by the wind